This is the latest instalment of the Ellie series and, if you are interested in back story and following the narrative I recommend reading the earlier Chapters first.
I am very new to writing on Literotica, so please consider leaving some feedback or comments when rating as this is hugely informative about how I can improve and make my writing better...
In my stories, I try to provide a realistic yet fantasy narrative which mixes a range of themes but that does occasionally involve non-consensual situations, watersports and sexual rivalry. If these things are not your scene, please stop here and go enjoy a different story. It not my intention to offend anyone and I want my stories enjoyed by people of all sorts of backgrounds and genders. If you are hard or wet, enjoy yourself...
With that in mind I experimented a little with Chapter 3, based on the rating and some comments it clearly wasn't to everyone's liking so I have posted an edit, which should replace it soon, toning it down a little and won't be going down that route again in this series.
With that out of the way, please enjoy the next chapter...
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It had been several days since the Spa day together, Ellie had been busy with an essay and I had loads of reading to do and an evening social with one of the sports clubs. As I sat in a drinking circle playing, what were ostensibly, kids party games, but with the added injection of alcohol, high spirits and not-so-subtle innuendo the worst thing happened. A text message.
Wheyyy! Screamed the baying, inebriated team, insisting I finish my half-filled pint in front of them as a fine for daring to be contacted by an outsider as they sang a song about Working in Chicago's, the 'old department store'.
"A woman came into the store one day, asking for a pirate's flag..." screamed one rather worse-for-wear guy, currently second team captain and also, unbeknownst to most on the team, also an amazing Latin and Ballroom dancer in the varsity dance sport team.
"A pirates flag? from the store?" We all sang back, the structure of the game delightfully simplistic and yet, to all but the most sober of teammates, hilariously clever and innovative.
"A pirates flag she wanted, a jolly rogering she got... "
And so the team erupt into laughter while at the same time returning to a round of the central chorus and the next challenger was chosen.
"Come on foot-long" the aforementioned secret dancer called to me "Who came to the store when you worked there?"
Ah yes! Foot-long, it hadn't taken more than 10 seconds of realising my name was Andy Sebwey, for the nickname to stick permanently, with the double-entendre being delightfully hilarious to them, whenever they invariably introduced me to a half-naked, drunken, first-year from the netball team they had seconds earlier been fingering in the corner of the university bar.
"Me! Well a woman came into the store one day, asking for a chicken..."
A few titters of laughter followed as they recognised an old favourite, but fell into line to allow me to deliver the punchline, much like my dad and brothers will recite scenes from Monty Python.
"A chicken? From the store?"
"A chicken she wanted... MY COCK SHE GOT!!"
Was I proud? No. Did I get the customary cheer before they moved on Little Gary? (so called because he was 7ft fall and his housemate was also called Gary but was only 5ft tall) Yes of course I did. Satisfied that my role had been fulfilled for now, I snuck off to the bar to refill my drink and maybe get a secret glass of water to help avoid getting too drunk.
As I waited at the bar for the barman to get to me, I read my messages
** You have 3 unread messages **
**Ellie** Hey foot-long, my essay is pissing me off. I can't focus on it anymore? What are you up to? Want to stop by and watch some Netflix?